As we left the Basilica, the rain eased up enough for a few photo opportunities. I ran across the road to capture this colorful display. You can always tell the end of a trip is near. Lunchtime almost upon us, people dragged their feet, spirits dampened as we boarded the bus.
Five minutes into our ride, the heavens opened up again.
Interested parties were dropped off at The Rooms Provincial Art Gallery. Mary and I chose to go back to the hotel with the other rained-out party poopers. This is the last time we were to see Peter, our driver. Those visiting the gallery had to make their own way back to the hotel, a fifteen-minute walk but doable.
We decided to relax for a while to avoid the lunch rush and wait out the rain. Eating at the Sheraton bound to be pricier than a small restaurant, we decided to grab our already wet umbrellas and hike out. By one o’clock, drizzle still veiled the horizon, but we braved a walk in search of a suitable eatery. Several quaint places were not in our price range. You’ll never guess where we ended up. Tim Horton’s drew us like a magnet, a familiar place just like home.
The chicken salad sandwiches were served on a croissant here: Mary’s choice. I opted for the whole wheat bun like they serve in Ontario. Wish I hadn’t. The bun stale and too hard, hurt my tender mouth. A friendly policewoman walked past us in a bright yellow raincoat. She recognized us as visitors and chitchatted for a few minutes: where were we from and the usual.
Afterward, drizzle or not, umbrellas up, we checked out a number of stores on Duckworth Street. There are a lot of restaurants on this one street. Downtown_St._John is attractive and Water_Street is the oldest street in North America.
Mary bought a signature, yellow Sou’wester. What a find! She’d always wanted one. Surprise. Surprise. It wasn’t Newfoundland-made. You guessed it: Made in China. She almost changed her mind against buying it.
During our stroll downtown, I took these on a side street perpendicular to Duckworth.
I bet you want to know how all the bright house colors and thus how Jellybean Row began. The story goes this happened so fishermen could find their homes in the fog. Francis told us a different tale. If you had paint left over from painting your dorie (yellow), you painted your shed, your house etc. Soon the idea caught on. “If you paint your house blue, I’ll paint mine red.”
A wonderful treat awaited along our way. A shop where they not only sell chocolate but make it, in the Newfoundland Chocolate Company. Of course, Mary had to go inside though she cannot enjoy the smell of chocolate, she still has a taste for it. After a minute, I’d had enough of the sweet heaviness, like the days of too much perfume in previous years. Decisions. Decisions. When I’m not interested, I am fidgety. Mary could not make up her mind what chocolate to buy. To me, it was all too elegant and artistic to eat. Anyway, I don’t have a sweet tooth.
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Next on October 28th– Tying up loose ends
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